Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 21

November 28, 2020

DISCLAIMER: All characters engaging in sexual conduct are 18 years or older, and legally permitted to engage in such activities, irrespective of pet names used for each other.

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- CHAPTER 21: Fantasy -

The trip to the hospital was really quiet, and not because I didn’t have much to say to Serenity. No, it was quiet because I was alone in the car.

Just as we were getting ready to leave, the sun bright in the sky since it was only about 3:40 PM, we considered driving separate vehicles so that Gabriella would have access to some transportation. Objectively, it was a smart idea in my opinion, just to make sure my fiancé could leave if she needed to get Avery out of the hospital in a rush, so my newly official girlfriend was currently in her own blue car, not far behind me.

Of course, that just meant I was left to my own thoughts, now having time alone to process everything.

And it was definitely a lot to process.

My biological father was an incubus, and my mother was an unknown.

At first, I hadn’t put too much thought into that latter aspect, but now that I really had time to think about it, I realized just how irregular she must be. After all, my biological father couldn’t compel her, which was a big red flag right there, in the sense that she wasn’t normal. Not to mention, she left me some kind of magical stone that would allow me to experience a message of some kind when it came into contact with my blood.

Like, what the actual fuck?

A magical catalyst that activated with my blood?

Shit, exactly just how much was there to the world that I was oblivious to? Because apparently magic was a thing.

And was it because my blood was special compared to a human’s blood? Or was it somehow tailored to my blood specifically, like a unique key?

I mean, I assumed my father wouldn’t be able to view the message, but I might be wrong about that. Maybe anyone with incubi blood could view it, and my father was just respecting her wish to leave it for me. Granted, that was assuming that the message could only be seen or heard once, which could be completely incorrect.

For all I knew, my biological father already knew what the message contained.

Still, no matter how I looked at it, the whole situation just seemed bizarre.

Like, my father’s words seemed to indicate he found it peculiar that his influence didn’t work on her, and yet he didn’t seem overly concerned by that. So then, maybe she was human, but also a witch or something? Was it possible he had come across other women who couldn’t be compelled?

So many questions, and basically no answers.

All I could do was speculate and wonder.

I just hoped that the message didn’t leave me with more questions. Honestly, I kind of wondered if she wanted to meet me, and that was the reason for the black stone – to explain how I could find her. After all, the original letter seemed to indicate that my incubus father didn’t give her the choice of raising me. Instead, he came to take me as soon as I was born and had a different concubine provide for me until he could place me with a family who owed him eternal servitude, or something crazy like that.

I mean, no other woman was ever going to replace the one who actually raised me, but at the same time, if my biological mom didn’t have a choice in giving me up…

I sighed heavily, uncertain of what to really think.

Like, did I want this person in my life? Did she even want to be in my life?

And would bringing her into my life also result in my father ending up paying me a visit too?

Because while my biological dad seemed like an alright guy, it was still kind of scary knowing what he was capable of. I mean, all it would take was for me to get on his bad side, to offend him somehow, and he could literally destroy my entire life.

Fuck, just thinking about making Serenity do pushups back in her room, I realized I kind of liked the sensation of absolute power, which meant my father probably liked the sensation too. Watching my older girlfriend just obediently do whatever I wanted was almost intoxicating, and there was no guilt associated with it, since she claimed that it wasn’t a bad feeling for her.

The only reason she felt afraid was because of how I told her to stop, which resulted in her feeling like she disappointed me. However, as far as wanting to obey me, she had no problem with my compulsion…which I knew was probably a result of the compulsion itself.

She was charmed, and okay with being charmed.

But I also knew I had to be careful with that feeling, because I felt like it was really dangerous.

I didn’t want to become someone I didn’t recognize – someone who had zero problems with making women do whatever he wanted, without concern for their own wellbeing. Someone who might steal women from other men, just because he could, or who might make a straight woman fuck another woman, just because he wanted to see it happen.

Meaning, I didn’t want to abuse this power, because I knew that one day it might get used against me if I wasn’t careful. Like, I didn’t exactly believe karma was a real thing, but I didn’t want to take that chance either.

So yeah, I really didn’t want my biological father to ever come around. Which meant, by extension, I would probably be hesitant to meet the woman who gave birth to me, even if it turned out she was trustworthy.

Unfortunately, I also knew that she might be the best person to talk to, aside from my bio-father, in order to discover the whole story about everything that went on, leading up to my birth. However, that was mostly a ‘curiosity’ thing at this point, and I didn’t want to be the ‘cat’ in this situation, even if I did kind of want to know more about who I really was.

It was definitely going to be a tough decision, but one for another time, since I needed to focus on the present moment for now, and then worry about the rest after I saw or heard, or whatever, my biological mother’s message.

And right now, the task at hand was saving Michelle’s life, so that Avery didn’t lose her mom and end up hating me due to my refusal to help her when I could. Granted, I was aware that my busty blonde classmate might not be capable of hating me due to my charming influence, but I didn’t want her to be depressed either.

I didn’t want her to go through what I went through when I lost my adoptive parents.

I also realized there was a small part of me that kind of liked the idea of having Michelle indebted to me. Normally, I wouldn’t have such thoughts about someone like her for a variety of reasons, including the fact that she was married and the mother of a girl who had a crush on me.

But just thinking about how my biological father viewed the world seemed to open up the possibilities that I previously wouldn’t have dared consider. Like, fuck, the idea that my own adoptive mother was a potential ‘gift,’ just as much as Serenity was, went a long way to making my head spin with possibilities.

One of which included a reality where Michelle was more than just Avery’s mom to me.

Because, objectively, Michelle was hot as hell, looking like a slightly more mature version of Avery, being a little bustier, having slightly wider hips, and overall being just a tad bit thicker in all the right places while still being very skinny.

She also had that motherly look to her, even though most people assumed she was in her mid-thirties, instead of her mid-forties. At the very least, there was a certain look to her bright blue eyes that only an experienced, perceptive, and knowledgeable woman would have, along with a certain sexuality to her mature figure and blonde hair.

A sexuality that had its foundation in her being both hot and motherly.

Like, I could easily imagine viewing Michelle as a loving and caring mother-in-law, filling a maternal role in my life that was completely vacant right now…

However, I could also imagine an extremely sensual version of reality where she was one of my women, my own personal MILF to love and cherish me in the most perverted ways possible.

But I knew I was really letting everything go to my head at this point.

Even if I could have that reality, it didn’t mean I should, and I still needed to consider that Michelle was happily married to Avery’s dad, and that sleeping with her would not only be a betrayal to my classmate, but also a major offense to the bastard lucky enough to have scored Michelle in the first place.

No need to tempt karma, even if I didn’t believe in the bitch.

Still, as I got closer and closer to the hospital, I realized I was growing more eager to inject her with my blood, realizing I wanted the hot MILF to be indebted to me, even if nothing ever came of it.

Of course, that also made me feel bad when I considered how Avery would feel, not to mention what Serenity and Gabriella would think too. But at the same time, I couldn’t stop the anticipation and excitement from rising up inside of me.

I was about to put this hot mature woman in my pocket, and it sincerely gave me a bizarre thrill.

By the time I was pulling into one of the hospital’s parking garages, I was no longer making this decision solely for Avery’s sake.

I was now making the decision for my sake too, because it was what I wanted.

The parking garage was still pretty full of vehicles, which wasn’t surprising since it was about 4:00 PM on a Saturday, but I was lucky enough to find a space close to the elevators. My goal was to make it easy for Gabriella to find my car if she needed to use it, which meant Serenity had to go up another level before she could find a space.

I took the stairs and met up with her before she barely had time to get out and lock her vehicle.

She gave me a surprisingly warm smile when she met my gaze, almost as if she felt content and reassured to be by my side again. It made me wonder what she’d been thinking about while she was left to her own thoughts, but I knew now wasn’t the best time to ask.

Because we had a mission to accomplish.

As we began walking through the parking garage to the main entrance of the building, she leaned in close to speak.

“So I still have that other needle in my purse,” she whispered. “If they don’t have any laying out like last time, then we can use it.”

I frowned as I considered that.

She seemed to anticipate my thoughts. “Obviously, we still need it for me, since that seems to be the easiest way to get your blood in me, so just save it after you use it on her.”

I looked at her in surprise. “You sure?” I whispered seriously.

She nodded. “That’s just the worst case,” she clarified. “If they have more laying out, then just grab one of those. But yes, I’m sure. Obviously sharing needles is a horrible idea under normal circumstances, but I’m not worried about getting anything from Avery’s mom.”

I nodded in acknowledgment, with us now walking down the hallway from the garage to the main lobby.

“Oh, and Gabriella did call me on the way,” she added. “I’ve got Michelle’s room number, so we can head straight there and get this done.”

“Sure,” I agreed. “And then, after that?” I wondered.

She frowned as she became pensive, lowering her voice so that people passing us didn’t overhear. “Well, I guess we’ll have to try to stay with her. Hopefully giving her more blood will cause her to transform faster, but between Michelle and Avery, we at least know Avery was given a blood transfusion. She’s the least likely to need a slap in the face when her eyes open.”

“Which means,” I replied. “If it gets to be too late, then you’ll probably need to stay with Avery, and Gabriella will have to stay with her mom.”

Serenity sighed. “Yeah, I guess so,” she agreed.

Personally, I didn’t really like the idea of leaving Serenity alone with Avery, due to the risk she posed when she woke up. But I doubted the hospital staff would let me stay overnight with either woman, and the alternative was to wait and risk Avery’s mom dying.

Part of me wanted to dwell on all the possible ways this could go wrong, especially since none of this was happening in complete privacy, but again the risk of Avery’s mom dying was sort of out-weighing everything else.

Because if I didn’t do anything, or waited for a better opportunity, then it felt like Michelle dying was a guarantee, whereas everything that could go wrong was simply a ‘risk’ and nothing more.

No way in hell was I going to accept a guaranteed ‘worst case outcome’ just to avoid other potential issues that might not even come up. Not to mention, if we got lucky and had all female staff, there was always the chance I might be able to compel them to keep quiet if they happened to see anything strange.

Serenity and I walked in silence the rest of the way, getting on an elevator with a couple of people and then getting off on the third floor.

Unfortunately, I knew this was going to be harder than I was expecting the moment we stepped off.

The entire setup of this unit was completely different than the floor Avery was on.

For one, it wasn’t so much a hallway as it was a massive square area, with the patient rooms being on the outside of the square while the nurse’s station was in the middle of the massive space, as if it was the hub to a wheel. This made it so that the nursing staff could sit outside a particular room and have direct line of sight into it, if so desired.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, the walls to the rooms were made of glass!

Like, several rooms had curtains pulled to conceal the people inside, with these areas having a staff member in the room with the injured individual, but most of the patients were in plain sight, even from the makeshift hallway. Not to mention, even in the rooms with curtains pulled, it was still possible to make out shadows of the medical staff within.

There was virtually no privacy at all.

I could look into each of the rooms and plainly see other patients, and even guess at the reason why they were here based on what I saw and even smelled, with some seeming as if they recently had surgery, while others looked like they were on ventilators or hooked up to other machines.

Spotting Michelle wasn’t difficult, looking like a magazine model even despite her now unkempt blonde hair and hospital gown, tangled up in an endless number of wires and tubing. The sight made my heart sink, having sincerely grown attached on the way here to this woman who I barely knew.

Not that I would be necessarily devastated if she passed away, but thinking about her in the many ways I did on the drive to the hospital, it was now affecting me seeing her in this vulnerable situation. Of course, that was also a huge part of it – seeing her so vulnerable, completely helpless and fully relying on others to keep her alive right now…

Fuck.

Why did I like seeing women vulnerable so much?

And why was I so in love with the idea of being the one to save her? To be the one to make her indebted to me?

I knew I needed to be careful with these feelings coursing through me, but I couldn’t help how these ideas were making me feel now, in this moment. The combination of emotions was actually making me kind of somber, honestly.

Rather than head directly into the room, which was labeled 309, Serenity seemed to have formulated a plan, instead grabbing my arm loosely and leading us toward a nurse sitting at a computer in the nurses station so that she was facing Michelle’s room.

“Hello,” Serenity greeted to get her attention. “Are you Michelle Copeland’s nurse?”

The brunette looked up at her in surprise, her dark blue eyes widening slightly. “Oh, hello. Yes, I am. My name is Tracey. Are you family?”

I decided to interject. “I’m best friends with her daughter, who is also here,” I explained. “She’s like a second mom to me,” I added somberly, not at all faking the emotion, even if what I was saying was a lie.

The nurse gave me a sympathetic look. “Well, I’m glad you’re here to see her. We’ve struggled to get in contact with her family, and it might help if she knows people she cares about are here for her.” She sighed. “We also really need to designate a power of attorney. Do either of you have any contact information for us to try?”

“Wait,” Serenity said in surprise, glancing over her shoulder into Michelle’s room, before looking back at the nurse. “She’s in a medical coma, right? How would she even know we’re here?”

The nurse nodded, understanding the confusion. “Yes, she is unconscious, but there have been lots of cases of people remembering things after they wake up. And I’m a strong believer that they often hear even if they don’t remember. I know it sounds silly, but even just talking with her and letting her know you’re there might make a difference in the outcome.”

I frowned at that as Serenity responded. “I see,” she said simply. “And then what’s this about a power of attorney?” she wondered, only to pause. “I’m afraid we don’t have any contact information for other family members, so we wouldn’t be able to help with that. Would be different if her daughter wasn’t in the hospital too, since we have her information,” she lied.

The nurse sighed with a nod. “I understand, and the information we do have came from her daughter, but just no one is picking up the phone. And we’ve left messages, but no one has called back.” She sighed again, glancing at her computer screen. “As far as the power of attorney goes, it’s to make medical decisions while she’s unable to.” She frowned then, giving us another sympathetic look. “I know it’s not something anyone wants to think about, but a big decision that needs to be made is if she’ll be made DNR or not, which means Do Not Resuscitate.”

Serenity looked especially alarmed. “And why would you want someone to choose that?” she asked seriously.

The nurse looked equally as surprised. “Oh, no, don’t misunderstand. We aren’t going to suggest that directly, but if Mrs. Copeland ends up coding from the inflammation on her brain, then resuscitating her might mean she’s alive only in the most literal sense.”

“You’re saying she might end up a vegetable,” Serenity assumed. “That she’ll never truly wake up, even if her heart stops and you get it going again.”

The nurse grimaced. “Unfortunately, yes. And while we value all our patients and want them to get better, the long-lasting financial impact on the family could be devastating if we try to keep her alive when there’s no hope of her waking up again.” She sighed heavily. “Of course, the burden of that decision doesn’t fall on your shoulders, but if you do happen to get a hold of anyone, please let us know.”

Disgusted by the whole conversation, knowing the nurse was just speaking the harsh reality, but still hating what she was saying, I abruptly turned away and began walking to Michelle’s room. It prompted a confused look from Serenity, and a scent of guilt to emanate from the nurse.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered to Serenity. “It’s a really horrible and tough situation, but not something for you two to worry about. Just please spend some time talking to her.”

“We will,” Serenity responded as I reached the glass door and opened it. “And do you mind if we pull the curtains?” she added. “Feels kind of weird knowing random strangers can just look in and see us.”

“Certainly,” Tracey agreed. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Serenity nod, before following after me, with me holding the door open for her, angled away from the nurse’s station behind me. However, despite the short conversation we just had, I could see in Serenity’s chocolate brown eyes that she was determined now, remembering that we had a plan to execute.

Figuring it would be best to let her pull the curtains, I focused on grabbing a chair and setting it next to the other side of the bed, so I could face the door, relieved when I saw a pile of like five or six syringes sitting on the medical cart, all individually wrapped and unused.

When Serenity noticed them too, after we had some privacy, she went right for them.

“Wait,” I hissed, prompting her to pause and give me her attention. “Be careful about it, if you can. The nurse can still see your shadow.”

She nodded, looking around really fast. She then focused on the other chair in the room, before walking over to the med cart. “I need to check for something in my purse,” she said loudly, setting it on the cart and digging through it, while also discreetly grabbing a single syringe from the pile and stashing it inside.

She then shouldered the black leather bag again and walked over to where I was, grabbing the other chair. Once she was seated, she carefully pulled out the needle and handed it to me, keeping it low and out of sight. “Think I should stand between you and the door?” she wondered quietly. “Just in case someone walks in unexpectedly.”

I nodded in agreement, prompting her to stand back up and position herself while I opened the package so I could fill the tube with my own blood.

However, once I got the cap off the needle, stuck myself, and started filling it with my dark red blood, I was about three-quarters of the way full when I suddenly realized the nurse had gotten up and was heading to the room.

I looked up at Serenity in alarm as I yanked it out, hoping that my gaze alone would tip her off. At the same time, panicking and having no idea what to do with the syringe, I abruptly lifted my shirt a little and stuck it on my lower stomach above the lip of my jeans, covering it up and then folding my hands over it, trying to look as casual as possible as I leaned back in my chair.

I certainly wasn’t worried about poking myself, since getting the needle in my arm was a bit of a struggle as it was.

Even despite my look, Serenity still flinched when the door opened and the nurse peeked around the curtain. “Sorry to bother you two,” she said, sounding sincere. “But I just realized the doctored ordered some more magnesium for her.”

“Oh, umm, of course,” Serenity replied, glancing at me again as the nurse proceeded right into the room and walked over to the cart, not seeming to notice a single needle missing from the small pile.

Reaching into my pocket, with one hand still over the hidden syringe, I pulled my phone out and began messing around on it so that I looked a little more natural. After punching in the code to unlock the cart, the nurse then proceeded to grab a few things, including two syringes that both had clear liquid already inside.

Oddly enough, one had the actual needle portion while the second one didn’t at all, even though they were both in packages.

Tracey glanced at me as she walked over to my side, which also happened to be the side where Michelle had a whopping three IV’s in her arm, one in her forearm, another in the crook of her elbow, and then the last one looked special, being larger and going into the underside of her upper arm. The top one was also the one with all the fluids hooked up, whereas the middle one only had one line and the IV on her forearm wasn’t being used at all.

Realizing I was in the way, I pressed down on the floor with my foot to scoot my chair back, trying to otherwise maintain my posture.

“Oh, you’re alright,” the nurse said politely. “I can work around you.”

“It’s fine,” I replied, my heart suddenly racing when I realized the syringe wrapper I’d just opened had fallen on the floor in plain sight.

The nurse noticed it, before I could even say or do anything.

Fuck!

“Oh,” she said, bending down to grab it. “Sorry for the mess,” she commented, standing back up and putting it on the bed for now. “We try to keep the rooms clean, but sometimes we accidentally leave stuff behind.”

I tried to swallow, attempting to settle my nerves, even as I felt the blood-filled tube against my skin underneath my shirt. “No problem,” I replied, my tone a little uneven as I focused blankly at my phone screen.

“You looking up what magnesium is for?” Tracey wondered, her tone a little amused.

I focused up at her in surprise, realizing she truly didn’t have a clue that I was hiding something right now.

Fuck. I just needed to relax!

“Umm, no,” I replied honestly, coming up with a better lie. “I was looking through my contacts just to make sure I didn’t have anyone else’s number.”

The nurse frowned with a nod, seeming sympathetic again as she focused on the supplies she was laying out on the bed.

“But what is the magnesium for?” I wondered, watching as she tore open an alcohol pad and began rubbing it over the ends of the IV.

Tracey sighed. “Well, for one, her blood levels are a little low in magnesium.” She paused, having opened up the syringe without a needle and screwing the end directly onto the IV. “And it also can help manage seizures, among other things. Though right now, the medically induced coma is doing most of the work.”

I nodded simply, even though she couldn’t see me, watching as she pushed some of the clear fluid into the IV, before unhooking it and unscrewing the needle right off the second tube, hooking it up in much the same way.

Fuck, could I do that with the syringe I was hiding? Unscrew the needle part like that and just hook it up to her IV? That would at least guarantee it got in her bloodstream.

After the nurse was finished emptying the second syringe, she hooked up the first one again, pushed some more of the watery fluid, and then unhooked it before it was fully empty.

“There,” she said as she gathered the trash. “All finished.”

Serenity cleared her throat, deciding to be the one to respond. “Thanks,” she replied simply.

“Of course,” Tracey responded, walking over to deposit the metal needle part she never used into a sharp’s container on the wall, while she put the rest of the tubes and trash into the regular wastebasket. Once she left, doing us the courtesy of pulling the curtain fully closed behind her, we both visibly relaxed.

Giving Serenity a quick glance, I then pulled out the syringe and stabbed it right back into my vein, fully intent on giving Michelle a dose of the full tube. Finished, I quickly stood up and stepped closer to the bed, examining the syringe in my hand, noticing that it did in fact appear as if the needle would screw right off.

Twisting off the piece of medal, I went for the same IV the nursed used, hooking it on just as she had done.

“Wait,” Serenity said then, getting my attention. She was still standing between me and the door, so that what I was doing hopefully wouldn’t be noticeable just from my shadow. “Why don’t you try using your compulsion now? Just in case.”

I hesitated as I considered that, my thumb on the plunger, ready to push the blood in. “How?” I whispered seriously.

She shrugged. “Hold open her eyes or something. Obviously, make it quick, but if she might be able to hear us, even though she’s in this coma, then maybe your ability will work too. Worth a try, at least.”

I nodded, knowing we didn’t have time to waste, since the nurse might decide to come back any second, having forgotten something. Or possibly even a doctor might show up or something. Carefully letting the vial of blood hang against her arm, I maneuvered around all the tubing on Michelle’s mature youthful face and bent over as I shifted fully, using my gray thumb and index fingers to open both of her eyes.

“Michelle,” I whispered, hoping I’d see some kind of reaction in her blue irises, since her eyes were rolled back right now.

Instantly, her gaze focused on mine like she was suddenly awake.

“Fuck!” I hissed, jerking back in alarm, seeing Serenity flinch too, having also seen the unconscious woman’s reaction. However, knowing we didn’t have time to waste, I didn’t even so much as comment on it, reaching to open her eyes again, seeing they were again rolled back.

However, I didn’t say anything as they focused on me a second time.

I tried to think fast, wanting to hit all the basics, but also wanting to explain the situation a little. “Michelle, you’re dying from the inflammation on your brain after you got in a car accident. They have you in a medical coma, but the doctors aren’t hopeful.” I paused. “You’re probably going to die if I don’t do anything, but if I do help you get better, then your old life is over. You will keep my secret – now your secret too – and you will live your life based around my approval. You are not allowed to do anything I forbid. And I forbid you changing anyone else, unless I ever say otherwise.” I sighed, knowing I was rambling too much. I needed to get to the point. “I’m going to inject my blood in you, and it’s going to change you. It will save your life, but you’ll be different from now on. When you wake up, you might look different, and I want you to try to look normal right away. It will feel like you have a new muscle, except all over your body, and you have to relax it to look normal. Also, no attacking anyone. You might be thirsty for blood, but I forbid you – and I forbid the unconscious you – from attacking another person. Just try to look normal and then demand to be released from the hospital. Don’t let them run any tests on you.”

I looked up at Serenity then, uncertain if I’d hit all the major points, or forgotten to mention something.

She quickly nodded as confirmation.

Focusing on Michelle again, I let one eye close, keeping the other open as I reached down, feeling for the syringe. Then I began pushing the plunger, curious to see if anything would happen as I did so.

Sure enough, Michelle’s blue eye uncontrollably rolled back even though I was still focused on her, making it seem as if the coma my blood was inducing was far more absolute than the medically induced coma that she was already in. However, I was a little surprised when her low heartrate actually climbed a couple of beats, going from fifty-two to fifty-five beats per minute. It was the opposite of what happened to Avery, with the daughter’s pulse dropping a little, though ultimately they both ended up at around the same spot.

I let go of her eye then as I finished pushing the rest of the blood into her IV. I then unhooked the syringe and sat back down, recalling that people in the hallway could still see shadows. Looking up at Serenity, I grabbed the needle on the bed, found the cap, screwed everything back on the tube, and then held it out at waist-level. She took the hint and walked around to grab it.

“Just put it in your purse for now,” I whispered. “They might see you put it in the sharps container.”

She nodded again, doing as I asked and then sitting down next to me.

We both took long deep breaths, relaxing now that the hard part was over. After a few seconds, Serenity then pulled out her phone. “I’m going to call Gabriella to let her know.”

I nodded, just staring at Michelle’s thin hand now, my mind beginning to become plagued with all the ways this could end up going wrong. Would she still try to attack someone when she woke up? Would a slap to the face be enough to snap her out of it? And would she struggle to shift back to normal?

Lots of ways this could turn into a huge problem.

But at least I felt confident she’d be okay now. She was going to live, and Avery wouldn’t be losing her mom.

“Hey Gabriella,” she said when my fiancé picked up. “We did it. So now we’re just waiting. Any news on Avery?”

“No, she’s the same,” Gabriella replied. “But I mean, Kai did it a little after twelve, right? It’s only been about four hours. And it took me like ten hours.”

Serenity sighed. “Yeah, and now we just need to figure out what to do if they don’t wake up before tonight when they ask most visitors to leave.”

I spoke up then, just aiming to make a comment to Serenity. “We’ll just do what we talked about. Gabriella should probably stay with Michelle, since she’s more likely to not be herself when she wakes up. Avery at least got a bag of blood.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” Gabriella agreed, shocking us both.

“You heard me?” I said seriously, since the phone wasn’t on speakerphone.

“Yep, I told you my hearing was getting stronger,” she replied, sounding amused. “Anyway though, can I stay with Avery until it gets later in the day?” she wondered.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I replied. “I’m here now, so I’m not concerned about it, but if Serenity is going to be the one to stay overnight with either of them, then I’d rather her be with Avery.”

“Right,” Gabriella agreed, taking a deep breath. “I really love you,” she added.

“Love you too,” I agreed, watching Serenity’s face flush for some reason. Granted, she was the one who was holding the phone to her ear, so maybe it felt like my fiancé’s comment was directed toward her, even if it was obvious she was talking to me.

“Oh,” Gabriella said in surprise, speaking more urgently. “Someone’s coming in. Call you back.”

She hung up.

I took a deep breath, focusing on Michelle’s limp hand again as Serenity rested the phone in her lap. We were both silent for a long minute before she spoke up.

“You know what’s weird?” she abruptly said.

“What’s that?” I wondered, still staring at the older woman’s delicate hand.

“Where is Avery’s father?” she asked seriously. “I mean, both his wife and daughter have been in the hospital for practically half the day, and he’s nowhere to be seen. I know the nurse said she was having a hard time getting in touch with people, but still. If she left a message, then he should know by now.”

I shrugged. “Maybe he’s on a business trip?” I suggested. “I mean, if he isn’t even in the city right now, then he might not be able to get here quickly, even if he knows. Although…”

I frowned when I recalled that Avery’s dad worked in IT, which wasn’t exactly the kind of field that usually required a bunch of travel. I then thought back to the past couple of weeks at school, recalling that Avery had been a little less upbeat than usual.

I continued speaking after a pause, simply echoing my thoughts out loud. “Although, he works in IT, so actually he’s probably not traveling for business. And now that I think about it, Avery has been a little down recently,” I admitted. “But not enough that I would normally be worried about it.”

Serenity nodded. “Well, I doubt he’s dead, since that would be a really big deal, which makes me wonder if they’re having some marital issues right now. Like, they might be separated or something.”

I looked at her in surprise. “You think they’re getting a divorce?” I asked seriously, sincerely confused as to how she’d jumped to that conclusion.

She shrugged. “I mean, what other reason could there be? Especially if he’s not traveling? Seriously, there’s no way he isn’t aware by now.”

I frowned. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But even if they are having marital problems, I can’t imagine him not coming to at least check on his daughter.”

Serenity frowned. “That’s assuming that Avery gave them his number in the first place,” she said quietly.

My brow furrowed at that, realizing she had a point. “Maybe we should ask if they have his number. But still, even if Avery’s mom and dad were having issues, I can’t imagine a reason why Avery wouldn’t give them her dad’s number.”

She sighed heavily. “Unless he just abandoned the family completely,” she replied. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard of someone doing that, though in most of the cases I know of, it was the woman who did it. Just up and left her husband and children behind, never to see them again.”

“Seriously?” I said in disbelief.

She nodded. “Yeah, like a guy I work with, he doesn’t even remember his mom. She just left the country to live with some other guy when he was almost two years old, and never came back. My coworker kind of stalks her online, and says she seems to be doing really well, has a new family and everything, including children – brothers and sisters he’s never met. And he has no idea why she just left them, since his dad is a decent guy and makes decent money too. She just decided she was unhappy and abandoned everything, including her two kids, to start over.”

I just shook my head in disbelief. “I hope for Avery’s sake that it’s something else. Because losing our dads was bad enough, but the idea of any of our parents choosing to abandon us seems even more horrible.”

Serenity nodded, her expression somber. “Yeah, it really is,” she agreed, only to pause. “Maybe we really should ask. Maybe you’re right and he just doesn’t know yet for some reason. Maybe he’s working today and hasn’t checked his messages?”

I nodded in agreement about the first part. However, I doubted he was working right now on a Saturday, which only made Serenity’s suspicion seem more likely. Focusing on Michelle’s hand again, I didn’t respond, my pessimistic thoughts beginning to take over, trying to think through the various possibilities without having much information to go on.

“I’ll go ask,” Serenity finally said, standing up.

However, before I could reply, her phone abruptly began ringing again. She answered it and held it up to her ear. “Hey Gabriella,” she began, only for my fiancé to cut her off.

“Hey,” she said urgently. “Avery just moved a little.”

Serenity and I both locked eyes in shock.

“What do you mean by a little?” I asked seriously.

“Like, her fingers twitched a little, and then she kind of groaned like she was going to start waking…” She paused as a low groan appeared again, something that was probably too quiet for Serenity to hear, but sounded very much like someone rolling over in bed and groaning at the fact that it was morning already. “There, she did it again,” Gabriella said. “She still looks normal, but I think she’s coming to.”

Serenity and I focused on each other again, with me anticipating what she might say, speaking up before she did.

“I should probably stay here with Michelle, just in case,” I commented, not wanting to risk the older woman waking up with only my still-human girlfriend around, even if I just did give her my blood barely a few minutes ago. “But it might be good if you’re there when Avery wakes up, so you can distract the medical staff if needed.”

Serenity nodded, prompting me to speak to my fiancé still on the phone.

“Gabriella, you’ll need to be ready to slap her as hard as you can if she wakes up and isn’t herself. Serenity can try to help keep people out of the room, or otherwise occupy their time if she’s struggling to learn how to look normal.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Gabriella agreed. “Serenity, you need to hurry though. She just moved her entire arm a tiny bit. Doesn’t look like she’s paralyzed anymore.”

“I’m on my way,” Serenity replied. “Be there in just a couple of minutes.”

“Okay, see you soon,” Gabriella said. “Bye.”

After Serenity hung up, she leaned forward to give me a quick hug. “Love you,” she whispered.

“Be safe,” I said seriously as she pulled away and met my gaze. “And once Avery is awake and everything is under control, make sure Gabriella knows where my car is, and have her get Avery out of the hospital. Then, we can focus on Michelle.”

“Right,” she agreed. “And if Avery is already waking up, then we might be able to get her mom discharged before this evening too. Especially since you gave her double the dose of your blood.”

I nodded, not sure if that would truly make a difference, but concerned enough that I wasn’t going to leave her side in case she woke up suddenly in a frenzy. Or rather, in case her unconscious body started moving on its own in search of blood.

“Hopefully,” I agreed. “And try not to look like you’re rushing too much when you get on the other floor. Don’t want to draw unwanted attention.”

“Of course,” she replied, shouldering her purse. “And I’ll keep you updated as best I can.”

I nodded, watching as she turned to leave and head out of the room.

I focused on her tight butt absentmindedly as she did so, with it feeling almost surreal that her hot ass was mine now. That the fantasy I’d imagined for so long was finally coming true. However, at the same time, I wasn’t trying to have thoughts like that, pushing the idea aside after a brief second.

Serenity closed the curtain behind her as she left, causing me to wonder if the nurse would end up coming in, requesting that it be opened since I was the only person in here. However, after a second, I realized that was kind of silly.

For one, someone would have to be pretty bold to try something perverted in the hospital, especially in a room like this. And second, anyone walking by could see my shadow to an extent, which meant it should be obvious if I was doing something weird.

Plus, the glass walls were far from soundproof, even if they significantly muffled sound, which was why we had been speaking quietly most of the time.

Taking a deep breath, I decided not to worry about it for now, since it wouldn’t matter either way. I didn’t plan on giving her more blood, and no one walking in would discover me doing something inappropriate, so now it was just time to wait and hope for the best.

Examining Michelle’s face, it was kind of hard to believe I hadn’t noticed her beauty earlier at the bank, or noticed the light trail of adorable freckles running across her upper cheeks – freckles that Avery definitely didn’t have for some reason. Granted, I normally did my best to ignore stuff like that, attempting to not even formulate opinions on appearances as best as possible, but now I almost felt in awe of how pretty she was.

And how vulnerable she looked, hooked up to everything like this.

I also suspected that this recent development, including the idea that she could theoretically be one of my women, sparked by the way my incubus father seemed to view the world, was all causing me to really look at her for the first time.

And I was seeing that, not only was her face like that of an angel, but her physique was beyond enticing as well. Or rather, it was as if her face was heavenly, whereas her body was made for sin.

Of course, she wasn’t wearing a bra, her former clothes having been removed in exchange for a hospital gown, but that only seemed to emphasize the maternal nature of her breasts, which were somehow full and heavy appearing even though they naturally hung a bit lower than what I would expect from Avery. Currently, they hung more to the sides, due to her reclined position, and it was actually really hot.

Knowing that Serenity was a C-cup, and suspecting that Avery might be a D-cup given that she was just as thin, I honestly had no idea how big of a bra Michelle wore. Because I did know a little about bras, knowing that the width made a difference, which meant that a 34-C and a 38-C were not at all the same size breasts, even though they were the same cup size. A woman with 38-C size breasts might be equivalent to another woman having 34-DD breasts. After all, there were women with B-cup bras who were actually as big as Serenity, except that they were a bit thicker as well.

But all that just meant that Michelle might also be a D-cup like her daughter, even though her breasts were a bit bigger, simply because she was a tiny bit thicker around the waist.

Either way, they were…very nice.

I wasn’t sure how else to put it, since I wasn’t trying to be interested in her or anything. Instead, I was just observing that she had a nice rack. Besides, even if her husband wasn’t present at the moment, for whatever reason, she was still a married woman, and most importantly she was Avery’s mother.

Sighing, I leaned back in my seat more as I focused on her face again, wondering how she was going to feel about this situation when she woke up. I hoped she didn’t feel trapped like a prisoner. Certainly, I liked that she would be indebted to me, but it was possible she might react negatively to that fact. She might even end up hating me, especially if I really tried to hold it over her head.

Not that I would ever do that, but it was certainly a possibility.

After all, I really knew nothing about this woman. I had no idea how she felt about men, or what her experience with men even was.

If she was faithful and committed to her husband, then it was possible she might be upset that I’d forced her into this situation with me, since being indebted like this to another guy was kind of breaking her vows, even if I didn’t plan on expecting anything from her, aside from requiring that she keep my secret. And yeah, while most people might think she’d be grateful that I saved her life, she might not want to continue living under these conditions.

Because, to her, I was just some random guy the same age as her daughter – a stranger, really – and now she was going to wake up with the knowledge that I could make her do anything I wanted.

No doubt a lot of people might not be thrilled about that arrangement, even if they were alive because of what the person did. Earlier, I had compared it to servitude when I decided to change Avery, and while the younger blonde seemed fine with the arrangement, her mother might be of a very different opinion.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward then without thinking, grabbing Michelle’s limp hand in my grasp, briefly surprised by my own actions before I then became even more surprised by how nice it felt to hold her hand. It was kind of like I was finally holding Avery’s hand for the first time, except it felt more…comforting.

It took me a second to realize it was probably because she felt like a mom.

Unexpectedly, I flinched when I felt her hand twitch underneath mine, focusing on her chest when an entire tremor seemed to go down her entire body.

Surely she wasn’t waking up already, right?

Not after I’d only just injected her maybe ten minutes ago, at most.

Right?

And yet…

Another tremor ran through her body, her muscles visibly stiffening, her entire form growing rigid as she began to tremble slightly.

And then it hit me.

Fuck!

Letting go to her hand, I ran to the door as fast as I could, popping it open, seeing that Michelle’s nurse was just walking down the hallway away from me.

“Hey!” I exclaimed at full volume, grabbing several other staffs’ attention, with Tracey whipping around to see who was yelling. “I think she’s having another seizure!”

The woman’s eyes widened in surprise, before she placed her hand over her badge hanging on her shirt, as if she was anticipating it swinging around, as she ran in my direction. Once she reached the door, one look was all it took.

“Call the doctor!” she announced over her shoulder to another woman.

Unexpectedly, an alarm went off in the room, as Michelle’s heartrate shot up to two-hundred and then completely flatlined. Just like that, in an instant, her pulse vanished.

“Shit!” she exclaimed. “Code Blue! Code Blue in 309!”

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